Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

until I thought about how he’d slept with another woman in the sex club he owned but didn’t think to tell me about. “You can't beat yourself up.” Mia seems unconvinced as she takes a deep drink of her spiced rum and soda. I had asked her to make me a drink, but she refused because of the medication. Apparently pain pills and alcohol aren't a good mix, so I'm going to have to wait till I'm off of the meds to have a drink. That's fine with me, the pain medication messes with my head and makes me feel woozy anyway. I imagine alcohol would only make things worse. I feel lucky that my best friend is watching out for me.

A curse, low and rough. Then the door swung open. And my mind went blank. Maddox stood before me without his shirt. The firelight from behind him caught every plane of his chest, every ridge of muscle, every scar that crossed his torso like a map of battles fought and survived. His dark hair was disheveled, falling across his forehead in tangled waves. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, the gold in them diluted by wine and exhaustion and something darker. Something that looked like despair. He was drunk. Heavily drunk, by the smell of him. The room behind him held the evidence, empty bottles on the table, a fire burned down to embers, a chair turned sideways as if he had fallen into it and cou

And then his confession echoed in my mind. ‘Are you a human?’ ‘No.’ My knees buckled slightly. I stumbled sideways. I gripped my head. The world was spinning around me. I looked over my shoulder at the man still howling in pain, and that’s when it hit me. The bastard had spiked my drink with a drug. I stumbled away from the dance floor, pushing past sweaty bodies and flashing lights until I found myself in a dark corridor leading to the restroom. Throwing the door open, I slipped inside and rushed straight to the basin. My hands trembled as I twisted the tap open.

Fyre smirked. Audrey had just gotten out of shower, she wrapped a robe around herself and proceed to dry her hair, the copper colour shone as she comb through it after drying it, she didn't have any reason to dye her hair so she has been maintaining the natural colour causing the hair to thrive well. The door pulls open, she turned around to find Jordan standing, his hair damp and his naked torso having few drops of water indicating that He just got out of shower. "You are back" she mumbled not knowing what else to say, she was trying hard not to stare at the packs of muscles tainted with no drop of ink unlike most Mafia boss she knew.

I was gonna throw a grenade but, a missile came out of the trees and the helicopter blew up. I ducked as the shrapnel fell around me. Once it was safe, I stood up and looked around. I grabbed the walkie talkie, and radioed the girls,”Was that you guys?” “You’re welcome,” Avery chimed. I laughed, and went back downstairs. I came back down in time to watch Dexter snap some guys neck. “Feel better,” I smirked. “Yep,” he replied. “Are the floors clear?” I asked. “Yeah everyone’s dead,” He smirked.

Zach smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes, he signaled Ryan for another round of drinks. ​They talked for hours as the bar got quiet, about their past relationships, loneliness and the stress of their lives. Noah opened up about how empty his own success felt sometimes and Zach admitted how the underground fighting world was starting to wear on him, the whiskey was definitely hitting Zach now, making him say things he usually kept hidden. ​As the night deepened, Zach leaned in closer, he looked a little drunk, but still devastatingly handsome. ​“Maybe…” Zach said, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “Maybe I’ve been looking at the wrong person this whole time.”

I have completely, utterly lost her. I make my way back down the stairs, my movements mechanical as I violently yank at the silk knot of my tie, loosening the fabric that feels like a noose threatening to choke me. My legs lead me down the dark west corridor, straight into the sanctuary of my private study. I stride directly toward the antique walnut drink cart against the far wall. My hands are shaking as I grab a crystal decanter, pouring a nearly overflowing glass of dark, unrefined rum. I lift the glass and chug the entire burning liquid in one long, desperate swallow, needing the alcohol to incinerate the agonizing pain tightening in my chest. I don't set the glass down. I pour a second

She almost saw her life pass before her. "Relax sis, I've got this. There is no way I could get us kill. I can drive a car with my eyes closed." He said boastfully. Alexia shakes her head at him, then concentrated back on her phone. But Aaron shocked her by bringing his dick out of his brief, then wrapped his hands around it and started to moved his hand up and down, the length of his dick. "Are you for real Aaron. You can't be masturbating and be driving at the same time. You could get us killed!." Alexia exclaims, staring at her brother in unbelief.

Upon hearing his words, Mona and Jessica exchanged a glance, both with a clear expression of surprise in their eyes. He came to the bar to drink juice, either he didn't know how to have fun or he was too innocent. Hannah, however, disagreed, “Just give him some juice. He's still so young, learning to drink juice like others!" She asked Mona for a cup of Cloud Top's special blend of Mocha, which was famous for being both strong and intoxicating. After Hannah led the person in, she ran into the crowd, aptly named to find a girlfriend for Drake.

"You even drugged me, Astrella! You actually had the balls to drug me!" I leaned back against the glass, my head lolling to the side. The Molly and the coke were still peak-performing in my system, making me feel floaty and reckless. I reached up, tracing his jawline with a shaky finger, a loopy, intoxicated grin spreading across my face. "Oh... hi handsome," I giggled, my voice airy and far away. "You look just like my Dax darling. Can I fuck his clone? You're way hotter when you're mad."